Trust the Process...

Growing Pains & Sensory Overload, A peek into my experience of Ascension

So many thoughts rushing at the speed of light, got me feeling completely electrified. It's moments like this that have me wishin’ I could remember how to fly.

Restless & Hyper makes me wanna leave but not sure where I'm supposed to be. I know I was put here for a damn good reason, and I'm only just now at the beginning of my winning season.

Been shining so bright as of late, perfect strangers will stop me just to say, “Wow- You look great!” I smile shyly and thank them, making sure they realize their positivity is appreciated.

Learning only recently, everything I've gone thru is simply part of the process of Ascending into the 5D. Remembering all the seeds I've sown are finally full grown and I am on the precipice of Reaping my rewards ten-fold.

All of my senses have been magnified to hypersensitive; feels kinda insane when you realize you can hear frequencies meant to ward off rodents, roaches, & fleas. Alongside this, my sense of smell, which was never amiss; now points out the overwhelming stench of copper & iron from someone leaking droplets of blood from a simple cut, where medical attention isn't even required.

Searching for the words to help me describe, in a way that will have you see what it's like to have my eyes. At five years old, I was told I was nearsighted with an astigmatism and a severe light sensitivity causing the need to wear glasses for an eternity. However the closer I get to half a century, my vision grows clearer & I'm able to see the most minute detail, coming with a “price” too, as it leads me to that, oh so fun, over-analyzation my brain does so well. Don't get me wrong, it's also most definitely useful for finding beauty in all things. All until the sharp stabbing sensation, or the pressurized inflammation pains force retreat back to the solitude of my Hermit type sanctuary.

My newly discovered overwhelming sense of touch, can be at times ridiculously over-the-top. If the cloth I'm holding is not 100% cotton, then the raspy, scratchy irritation to the nerves in my fingertips is like a pulsing electricity that just won't stop.

This brings me to the 5th & final sense of this 3D plain, the sense of Taste- which being so intertwined with the sense of smell, as I'm sure you can imagine, at times (more regularly) is far from great and more appropriately can even be described as Being in Hell. However, all of these symptoms being stated are simply the Growing Pains of being Elevated.

One attribute of this process I have finally noticed, the jumbled voices inside my head, which created over fifty different simultaneous conversations at any given moment (for as far back as I can remember), have most recently calmed to a few Peaceful & Cooperative Speakers.

I have experienced this mostly on my own but Thankfully with a little guidance, often from unsuspecting teachers, and the theme that is most reiterated is;

            Trust the Process- as This is How You'll Grow!!